Single Dad’s Plaything: A Single Dad First Time Billionaire Romance

by Natasha Spencer

  “Yeah his place. Not just us, he’s asked the Millers and Sam too,” he told her, referring to some of their other common friends. Nora fixed her eyes on the computer screen, refusing to meet the gaze of her father. The memory of orgasming to Theo was still burning in her, and just the thought of him made her skin tingle.

  “Will Violet be cooking?” Nora asked and she looked up just in time to see her father rolling his eyes.

  “Are you kidding me? That woman hasn’t boiled an egg in her life. As far as I could tell, she wouldn’t even be there. She never is,” he said, sitting down at the table with her with his apple. Nora tried to hide the flushing of her cheeks as well as she could, but he didn’t seem to notice either way.

  “Is there trouble in paradise?” she asked him and her father rolled his eyes again.

  “It was never exactly paradise for them. At least not for Theo,” he told her and Nora bit down on her lip.

  “I’m surprised to hear that. He seemed so excited before the wedding,” she said as he chewed on his apple pieces.

  “Well, that was seven years ago. Once the honeymoon was over, Theo saw her for who she really is,” he said, in a voice that sounded angered. She knew that her father rarely ever lost his temper. Whatever it was, he didn’t appreciate Violet’s presence in his best friend’s life.

  “Why, what is she like, dad?” Nora asked, pressing down the screen of her laptop. Her father shrugged his shoulders and looked away from her.

  “She’s a gold digger. I hate using the expression, but that is the only way I can describe her. She married Theo for his money, when he was most desperate to settle down and have a family. It was only after they married that he found out that she never wanted kids in the first place,” her father said and Nora’s heart was racing. She was already picturing Theo as a father.

  “So, why are they still together?” she asked, trying to keep the rise of excitement in her voice at a minimum. He shrugged again and let out a huge sigh.

  “I don’t know the answer to that question, honey. He doesn’t like to talk about it. I have my suspicions that it has something to do with his own parents. You know, they got divorced when he was a little boy and he saw how miserable it made his father. Maybe he thinks that staying married to Violet is his best option right now. Maybe he’s thinking about old age. I don’t know, honey,” he explained and shook his head dejectedly.

  Nora stared at her father, trying to put the pieces together. Theo had always been the strongest, most powerful man she knew. She had idolized him all her life and now she was quickly realizing that he was only human and he had his weaknesses too.

  “Can’t you talk to him?” she blurted out and her father looked up at her with a jerk. She regretted the tone of her voice, afraid that it would make him suspicious about her interest in Theo. “I mean, since you both are so close and you clearly have your opinions about their marriage,” she said and looked back down at her laptop, straitening the screen again. She heard her father sigh, but avoided meeting his eyes.

  “I’ve tried. Over the years, I’ve seen his spirit deteriorate. He’s immersed himself in work while his wife spends his money, drinks like a fish and probably sleeps around as well. Theo doesn’t like to talk about it. He’s become a very different man than the one I knew when we were younger,” he said and she heard the tiredness in her father’s voice. He clearly cared and he genuinely seemed upset for his best friend.

  Nora stared at the screen, trying to concentrate on the words she was typing. She had never spoken about Theo with her father before, trying to keep herself away from him as much as she could. Now that the dam was broken, there were torrents of questions she wanted to ask him, but knew that would be a bad idea. They didn’t exactly share the kind of relationship where they sat and gossiped about people.

  “So, how is Jack, honey?” he asked and her brows crossed.

  “Fine,” she replied coldly and her father stood up from his chair. Fine, was what she guessed. She hadn’t spoken to him since she got on the flight from New York. It was too much information to give to her dad.

  “Anyway, dinner’s at nine, so we should leave the house by eight thirty?” he said and Nora nodded and started typing again.

  It was only after a few minutes, when her father had left the kitchen that she looked up and took in a deep rugged breath. She was replaying the scene by the pool…the look in Theo’s eyes as he stared at her when she was undressing. How he had stared at her breasts. And then Violet, and how his expression had changed immediately and so had his mood.

  Nora bit down on her lip. No matter how glamorous Violet was, now she was certain that Theo had no feelings for his wife.

  Chapter 8

  Nora and her dad stood under the chandelier of Theo’s beautiful porch. They had just rung the bell and she could already hear the soft tunes of classical music inside the house. She was wearing a black cocktail dress with a swing skirt and long sleeves. Her shoulder length hair was smooth and shining golden and she’d gone with a more natural coral makeup.

  Theo opened the door and had a happy expression on his face as he reached out to thump her father’s back. He had walked into the house, while Theo remained at the door to greet Nora in. He was in dark tailor made pants and a light blue shirt and had his sleeves rolled up. His stubble looked fresh and his green eyes sparkled as he smiled at Nora.

  “Hello, Nora,” he said in his deep voice and that lingering smile on his face made her knees wobble a little. It was like he had completely forgotten that he had touched her the previous night or that he had seen her practically naked just the day before.

  “Hi,” she said, searching his eyes for a sign that he was thinking the same thing she was.

  “Do you want to come in?” he asked with a laugh and she flushed and nodded her head.

  “Of course,” she said, fumbling nervously with her words. Theo led the way into the living room, and as they walked towards the loud voices of his dinner guests, he placed a hand on the small of her back.

  She looked up at him sharply, but Theo was looking ahead. Unbothered and unaffected by their touch, while Nora had to do everything in her power to not scream or throw herself at him. She gulped, feeling her throat go dry as they walked into the living room.

  The Millers, Sam and her father were sitting about on the lush leather couches, talking loudly and pouring themselves drinks freely.

  “Nora, you look absolutely beautiful,” Mrs. Miller said and she walked over to the woman and they exchanged hugs. In the next moment, Theo had appeared behind her and was offering her a glass of his finest red. She took it from him and their gazes locked again. This time, he seemed to peer into her eyes for a little longer.

  She watched him as he walked around the room, offering everyone drinks before he sat down on the seat next to her father. Nora was sitting on a chair between Sam and Mrs. Miller, trying to pay attention to what the woman was chatting about.

  All she could really think about was Theo, and how comfortable he and her father looked as they talked together and laughed. She felt a pang of guilt at the thought of wanting him. Of fantasizing about him and she wondered if he even remembered that she was in the same room.

  Mrs. Miller was in the middle of saying something when she sensed him looking and she turned her face. Their eyes met again and this time Theo wasn’t smiling. He had an expressionless straight face, but his eyes were sparkling and he took a sip of his whisky as he watched her. Her face, and then his gaze dropped to her breasts and then to her legs crossed together. Nora’s father said something and Theo looked away at him but she felt like he had just touched her again. He had never looked at her that way before in front of people.

  “Nora, I was just telling Theo about the apartment you bought,” her father said, interrupting her thoughts and she looked at them again. Theo was staring at her, directly at her face and she held his gaze. She didn’t care if anyone else had noticed. She wanted to get her fill of watching him.
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br />   “It’s nothing special, dad. It’s just a regular sized New York matchbox apartment,” she said and Theo pressed his whisky glass to his lips, but his eyes remained on her. It was as though they were trying to have an entire conversation with their eyes.

  “It’s still a huge achievement for your age, Nora. And in New York!” Mrs. Miller chipped in, but she didn’t turn to look at her. She had eyes for Theo alone and it was thrilling to be watched by him so intently. She moved in her seat and purposely leaned forward a little, aware that her cleavage would show. Theo’s eyes dropped to her breasts, just for a moment but she had noticed the change in his gaze.

  He cleared his throat and turned to her father.

  “It is impressive,” he said and Nora suddenly felt giddy with desire. It was as though she was upset that he had broken his gaze, that he wasn’t looking at her anymore. She stood up from her chair, and with her cheeks flushed, she placed her empty glass on the coffee table.

  “Theo, can I please use your toilet?” she asked.

  “Of course, let me show you,” Theo stood up as well.

  “Sure she remembers the layout of your house,” her father interjected, but neither Theo nor Nora looked at him.

  “She’s a guest, Andy, I don’t mind showing her,” Theo said and walked up to her. “This way,” he said to her in a deep low voice and Nora followed him, forgetting about the people in the living room. She mildly registered that the others had quickly fallen into another conversation as Theo and she left the room, but all she could really only see the man walking in front of her. His wide shoulders, his athletic muscular back under the thin material of his shirt.

  They didn’t exchange a word as he led her up the stairs to the floor where she remembered the guest bathroom was located in. And she didn’t say a word when they walked past it. The hallway was dimly lit and Theo lightly opened the door of a room that Nora didn’t remember being in before. She stepped in and he followed her and shut the door.

  Nora turned slowly to him, her feelings and desire crashing in her ears. She felt like she was going deaf. Theo stepped towards her, as her eyes adjusted to the dark.

  “This is so wrong, Nora,” she heard him say.

  Chapter 9

  Nora couldn’t get the words out. She didn’t know what to say to that statement, because it was the truth. But even before she could think of a reply, Theo had lunged at her. She felt his hands on her waist as he pushed her to the wall. In the dark, his lips found hers and they were kissing. Nora gasped, tasting his mouth, feeling his breath on her nose, the sting of his rough stubble around her mouth. She arched her back, thrusting her hips towards him as he pressed her body to the wall.

  She had dreamt about this moment for so long, that she couldn’t control the shake in her hands or the reaction of her body. There was a sticky wetness between her legs and she wasn’t ashamed of it. His hands found the zip on the back of her dress, and while their lips remained fused, he pulled the zip down.

  Nora’s hands fumbled on his chest, unbuttoning his shirt so that she could finally do what she had fantasized about doing all those years. His chest was solid muscle and she ran her fingers over the chiseled angles of his abs. He had pulled down her zip and her dress gave way, sliding slowly down her shoulders. Nora pushed her hips further into him, desperate to have him inside her. She just wanted to get past the initial moment so that they could satisfy each other quickly, but Theo was slowing down. He had more control over himself than she did.

  He pulled his lips away from her and Nora gasped again. She had weaved her fingers through his chest hair, while he dropped his hands to her legs. He was feeling the soft Goosebumps on the insides of her thighs. His fingers were traveling upwards, reaching for the throbbing juicy folds between her legs.

  “Theo…please,” she breathed the words in his ears. She wanted him inside her. She didn’t want to wait because she’d waited too long.

  “You’re delicious, Nora,” she heard him say as his fingers found her wet mound. Nora gasped again as she felt him tug aside the skimpy lace of her panties. He was touching her, stroking her sensitive wet folds, searching for her clit. She knew she wouldn’t be able to cope with it. She would come instantly, but Theo seemed to be determined to tease her.

  When he slid down in front of her, Nora threw her head back and closed her eyes tightly shut. She wanted to see him naked, see that cock she had been imagining in her head for all those years.

  “I can’t believe this is happening,” she said in a whisper, placing her hands on his lowered shoulders. Theo lifted the skirt of her dress and slipped his head under it. Nora felt his hot heavy breath on her legs and a tug in the pit of her stomach. He was carefully pulling her panties down her legs, till they lay pooled around her ankles. Now his breath was on that spot between her legs, her wetness growing with every second. She wanted this and so much more. She wanted him to possess her, she wanted to give herself to him completely.

  “Relax, Nora,” she heard his muffled voice and then a gentle flick of his tongue. Nora bit down on her lip and tightened her grip on his shoulders. She wanted to feel his cock, take it in her mouth. She wanted to do everything she could to please him, but it seemed like he wanted to please her first. No man she had slept with had been so concerned about her pleasure and just the thought made her spasm.

  Theo licked her clit and Nora gasped. Then his tongue pushed through the folds of her, reaching for her. His thumb had found her clit now, and as he slurped and thrust his tongue into her slippery folds, his thumb teased and played with her clit.

  Nora knocked the back of her head against the wall, arching her neck, knotting her fingers through Theo’s thick mane. She felt him thrust his wide tongue into her, repeatedly, lapping up her juices and trying to reach for that spot of no return. Nora felt herself being pushed closer and closer to the edge, nearly tumbling and falling. She wanted so much more. She wanted him to ram himself into her, but this was so good. Just his tongue was better than she could have imagined it.

  He didn’t stop teasing her clit, and she could feel the waves rising. With every passing second, Nora felt herself losing her grip on reality. Her father’s best friend was going to make her come with his mouth. She was going to lose all control because he knew exactly how to handle her body.

  His tongue reached inside her, thrusting and pumping the way his cock might and Nora moaned loudly. She dug her nails into his shoulders as she came, feeling her juices squirt out of her and into his tongue, into his mouth. Theo didn’t stop, his tongue continued to pump into her till she loosened her grip on him. Till he was satisfied that she was satisfied. Then, he stroked his finger on her slippery juicy clit one last time, before he stood up. She could smell the scent of her on his mouth, and in the dimness of the room; she saw his green eyes look heavy with desire. Nora wanted more.

  “Theo…” she said his name in the middle of heavy breaths. He shook his head, hardening his face.

  “That shouldn’t have happened, Nora. You’re Andy’s daughter,” he said and stepped away from her.

  “Please, no, I don’t care,” she said as he continued to back away.

  “We need to go back downstairs to them,” he said and Nora’s heart thudded against her chest as she watched him open the door. The light from the hallway flooded the room now and she could see him more clearly. She wanted to scream at him, tell him that she was in love with him…had always been, but she could see the guilt in his eyes now.

  “I need to go back,” was the last thing he said to her, before he disappeared, leaving Nora standing in the dark room with heaving breasts.

  Chapter 10

  It wasn’t until Nora had come back down to the living room that she realized she wasn’t wearing the panties that Theo had taken off earlier. He was sitting next to Sam now, almost like he was purposely avoiding her father. He didn’t look at her when she entered, and Nora sat down next to Mrs. Miller, who had gotten quite drunk by now.

  She kept an
eye on Theo, pressing her legs together where he had made her come with his mouth.

  “Where’s this dinner that you planned on serving us, Theo?” her father had stood up suddenly and he rubbed his belly. Sam and Mr. Miller laughed and Nora noticed the way Theo looked guiltily up at her father.

  “It’s served in the dining room already, if you want to head in,” he said humorlessly. He wasn’t smiling anymore and if anyone looked closely, they would have noticed the hardness in his eyes.

  “Will Violet be joining us at some point, Theo?” Mrs. Miller stood up shakily on her feet and Theo did the same. Nora remained sitting where she was, feeling like if she stood up, everyone would be able to see very clearly on her face that she had just had an orgasm. Her skin was still tingling from it.

  “She’s visiting some family in Chicago,” Theo said in a business-like tone and kept his face firmly turned away from Nora. She wished he would just look at her again, just once, but he was determined not to.

  “The cat’s at play while the wife’s away!” her father said jokingly, and his voice boomed while he laughed and thumped Theo’s back friendlily. Nora watched as Theo clenched his jaw and passed his friend a half-hearted grin.

  “How long is she gone this time?” Mrs. Miller asked, rolling her eyes and draining the remaining wine from her glass.

  “Drop it Juliet, won’t you?” Nora’s father said, passing nervous looks at Theo who said nothing. He just pushed his hands into the pockets of his pants and stared at Mrs. Miller. “Who cares. It’s more fun when she’s not here anyway,” she said before turning to walk out of the living room. Nora watched as her father exchanged looks with Theo, before she stood up herself.

  “I think I might go back home, dad,” she said and felt victorious when Theo finally looked at her. The Millers and Sam had already left the room, and her dad fixed a confused expression on her with knotted brows.